The Hymn of It All - home version

Coyote Mother, can you tell my fortune? Can you tell me when my days are through? I still believe in God but I ain't sure about Heaven And the snake oil preachers said to stay away from you Coyote mother can you hold my hand And tell me where the lines all lead? When death comes close I'll say the prayers And I'll give up whiskey and spreading my seed Yeah I'll give up whiskey and spreading my seed And you throw your head back but the laugh comes gently Son no one's crystal ball can tell No one knows the day or hour Could be a peaceful night or a shotgun shell I've had a swig of death that burned my throat But I've caught more babies than I can count And in that holy flow where is life or death? It's just the hymn of it all oh come thou fount It's just the hymn of it all oh come thou fount So go and drink your whiskey in the front row babe But do your churchin' with a mountain view And go find you a darling and tell her you love her And she'll make an honest man of you And I'll sing about death at your birthday parties When your wedding comes I'll let the wolves all bay When your money's gone and you're drunk with sorrow We'll dance up the dust of heaven's gates Yeah we'll dance up the dust of heaven's gates And I'll sing about death at your birthday parties When your wedding comes I'll let the wolves all bay When your money's gone and you're drunk with sorrow We'll dance up the dust of heaven's gates Yeah we'll dance up the dust of heaven's gates